“What can I say? I’m The Strongest,” Satoru smirks smugly.

Long, slender fingers run through the pale white hair, reminding the raspy snow during a sunny winter day. Glistering blue eyes, constantly whirling in a steady motion, hide behind the sunglasses.

He casually steps over the curse remains, not paying attention to the mess he left behind himself. A nonchalant ehehe fills the airs as he walks over to his best friend.